"You are not going to fight in that competition, Case!" Adam yelled and I glared at him in defiance, my nose flaring in anger.

"You can't tell me what to do!" I screamed at him in frustration. We've been going at it for more than half an hour now and I'm getting tired of his shit. I will fight if I want to fight. He can't control me.

"Yes, I can and you're not competing, end of discussion." He stated firmly and I snorted at him. He thinks he gets to call the shots here? Well he ...